Page 71 of Hat Trick Holidate

“You’re so fucking wet and perfect.”

I feel something silky and soft skimming over my folds. I purr out, “What are you doing?”

“Nurturing you. Taking care of what is mine… what will always be mine.” His blue-as-a-painted-ocean eyes drill into mine. “Tending your garden until I can’t stand another second, and I bury myself so deep inside you, you may choke.”

Immediately, I feel a gush inside me. I put my hand over his and rub a long lily petal through my folds and up my backside. “Ohh!” It’s so sensual. He thrusts upward, sinking his body lower into the water. Again and again.

“I’m so…”

“Sexy,” he grunts out. “Never felt like this.” His frame becomes rigid, and his muscles lock up.

My head drops as I ride his orgasm out and chase my own. One hand reaches between us anxiously, agitating his fingers through me.

“Fuck, I love you,” he moans as he fills me with more than his cum.

He fills me with everything I’ve ever wanted.

chapter 30

BRYCE

“That was freaking erotic,”Emmaline says as we dry each other off. “But did you rip up the only two flower bouquets in the house?”

“Yep. I want to make all your dreams come true.” My hand slides over her cheek.

Teasing me and my cock all over again, she rewards me with a seductive grin. “Done. Guess I’ll have to think of another one.”

I feel a little naked and vulnerable since she hasn’t said she loves me back. All my life when I wanted something, I went after it, and I’m not stopping now. So, as we get into my bed, I lock the door and set my alarm as she turns into my arms.

I roll out the red carpet to my heart, hold it in my palms, and ask her to take it.

“It wasn’t the heat of the moment. I love you, Emmaline. But if you know you can never choose me… for the long haul because your brother will be upset with you, and you might lose him, tell me now.”

My insides quiver and shake. I just hope it’s not noticeable on the outside. Emmaline deserves a strong man who can take care of her every need. I struggle to keep my voice steady, betrayed by the onslaught of emotions within. “Because I can’t take another heartbreak. Another person leaving me.”

There’s a golden circle around her iris that draws me in closer. “That’s my dream. For you to love me and express it in a way I know is true. I love you.”

It’s as if time is frozen, and all I can hear is the sound of her voice reverberating in my mind.

“Does that mean we can tell your family?”

“Yeah, we’ll tell them on Thanksgiving.”

I tuck her head under my chin, breathing the floral scent left from the petals I rubbed over her skin. “When your brother sees how happy we are, he’ll throw us a damn party.”

She mumbles, “I hope so.”

But there’s a rattle in my head that knows I’m dreaming.

Once again, I sneak out of bed even though I never want to leave. I go into the other bedroom suite and find flower petals that didn’t get wet and lay them on the pillow beside her with a note.

I love you, Rusti.

When I walk into her house, contractors are working at a furious pace. I want them to get this done tonight so we can surprise her on Thanksgiving Day. She can have her family in her house instead of her brother’s bachelor pad.

The floors are gorgeous. The contractor found the exact samesize boards and refinished them in a honey color that’s representative of the hardwood back in the 30s. The cabinets have been installed, and they turn the slab of marble twice, asking me my opinion on which way the veins look better as they run through the marble slab.

The second configuration pulls in the color from the fixtures and the cabinets, so the crew installs it while I meet the fence guy. To move faster, I help him dig holes, and Roman finally shows up.

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